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Barking Dogs


The traffic crawled at snail’s pace.  Maybe, some politician or baba or such VIP was passing and there were security barricades somewhere…

VIP security inevitably means insecurity for the aam aadmi.   One man’s security is another man’s insecurity, in the words of antediluvian wisdom.

Poet was on his old scooter whose expiry date had elapsed long ago.  He became weary of the honking from behind; he felt insecure, in other words.  So he pulled his scooter to the brambles on the side of the road and waved his hand to the honking driver to indicate ‘Go ahead.’ 

The car of the honker overtook Poet’s scooter.

“Don’t Honk.”  Poet could read the poster with big letters stuck on the rear of the car.  “Kute bhi nahin...”  The poster went on to admonish: “Even dogs do not bark without a reason.”





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  1. SakshiJanuary 4, 2014 at 3:42 PM

    Love the humour, and the irony you slap across that car driver's face. :D

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  2. UnknownJanuary 4, 2014 at 4:19 PM

    Brought to mind so many weirdos we see on the roads!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 4, 2014 at 5:32 PM

      Too many of them, Sreesha. Mostly on costly bikes with terrible sounds. I'm sick of them.

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  3. UnknownJanuary 4, 2014 at 4:47 PM

    Gr8 reply we often get some idiots like this on road

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  4. UnknownJanuary 4, 2014 at 4:47 PM

    Gr8 reply we often get some idiots like this on road

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 4, 2014 at 5:33 PM

      Too many idiots in the world, don't you think Shiv?

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  5. AnonymousJanuary 4, 2014 at 6:07 PM

    Now I know how to react to morons on roads.. Good one

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  6. khanthing luikhamJanuary 4, 2014 at 6:31 PM

    Politicians rocks(i mean honks) in mera bharat mahan

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 4, 2014 at 6:50 PM

      The world belongs to politicians (in the garb of many other things)
      And very happy to see you here, Khanthing.

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  7. ManishJanuary 4, 2014 at 10:50 PM

    Full of humour and irony.... .
    Fantastic full of sarcasm. .
    Hats off :)

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  8. ManishJanuary 4, 2014 at 10:50 PM

    Full of humour and irony.... .
    Fantastic full of sarcasm. .
    Hats off :)

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  9. Pooja MahimkarJanuary 5, 2014 at 10:17 AM

    Have seen so many people like these on roads in Mumbai, I share the similar feeling.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 5, 2014 at 12:12 PM

      I remember a lesson which I taught a few years ago, written by a famous essayist, in which the author advises his son to use the horn like a gentleman: "Announce your coming like a gentleman," he said. We have few gentlemen on the roads now.

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  10. Words KraftJanuary 5, 2014 at 10:25 AM

    Nice one...About the Honking morons..I had a similar wave of thought which you might like reading through..http://www.great-indian-curry.com/2013/10/honkhonkhonking-horns.html

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 5, 2014 at 12:15 PM

      Yes, Soham, I read your post and enjoyed it thoroughly.

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  11. Aayesha S HakimJanuary 5, 2014 at 11:25 AM

    Nice mockery!

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  12. AnonymousJanuary 5, 2014 at 2:05 PM

    Dedicated also to those crazy sound makers on spooky bikes who races on the streets chasing others... We can quote them "even dogs wont chase without a reason!"

    Good humor ji :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 5, 2014 at 5:02 PM

      Fantastic. Those bikers do more harm than any car drivers.

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  13. Shrinidhi HandeJanuary 5, 2014 at 4:28 PM

    Good poster idea..

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalJanuary 5, 2014 at 5:02 PM

      It was a real poster, dear.I din't make up any of these....

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  14. Amrit SinhaJanuary 5, 2014 at 8:01 PM

    Ha ha ha .... loved it :-)

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  15. UnknownJanuary 6, 2014 at 12:00 PM

    LOL!

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  16. Manav SinghiJanuary 7, 2014 at 2:46 PM

    Lovely . . Have a Nice Day. . . :)

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  17. Shri Ram AyyangarJanuary 8, 2014 at 7:18 PM

    This is a big issue but hardly any car driver in our country seriously give thought to. The 'Sab Chalta hai' attitude is ruining all traffic sense!

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  18. Benella CoxJanuary 9, 2014 at 2:22 PM

    Good points, always found ...................

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